Many pairs of eyes stared at Song Zhi as soon as he spoke.
Song Zhi wasn't in a hurry at all. He even bowed humbly to Lord Zhuo.
Lord Zhuo narrowed his eyes at him. He actually knew him. After all, Song Zhi used to be a scholar in Yiwu!
Lord Zhuo had once bought a book of his poems and was very appreciative of them. He bought every single one of them and still kept them in the yamen's study.
When Song Zhi stopped writing poems, Lord Zhuo also felt sorry for him for a long time!
He asked, "Mister Song, did Wang Jun look for you?"
"Yes!"
"Why did he look for you?"
"This …" Song Zhi paused, thinking, Wang Jun is already dead. I can't say that he came to give me a gift, can I? If word of this got out, Wang Jun would definitely be the center of attention.
The soul is gone, why not let him rest in peace?
Lord Zhuo saw him hesitating and said seriously, "A murder happened. The victim is Wang Jun. If you didn't kill him, just tell me the truth."
"Lord, can I not say it?"
"No!"
"…" Song Zhi sighed.
Class Leader Tao hurried over and tugged at Song Zhi's soy-stained sleeve. "Mister Song, if you know anything, you must say it!"
"Class Leader Tao, I don't know!"
"But Wang Jun looked for you."
"He did come to find me, but then he left."
"Why did he look for you?"
"Chatting, just chatting!" Song Zhi lowered his gaze.
Class Leader Tao trusted Song Zhi. He wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken, let alone a person.
But — — Lord Zhuo didn't care about this. "Mister Song, I have always respected you scholars. You'd better tell me everything that happened that night. Why did Wang Jun look for you? What did you talk about that lasted until the end of the hour? And when Wang Jun left, why did you chase after him? Do you have any doubts?
Tell me in detail. “
Song Zhi bowed and said, "Your Excellency, last night, Wang Jun came to find me for a chat. He left after chatting for a while."
"Then why did you chase after him?"
"I … just saw him off."
"Song Zhi!" Lord Zhuo shouted.
Song Zhi froze.
Overwhelmed by the roar, he didn't know what to do.
Official Zhuo's patience had already been worn thin. "You were the last person to see Wang Jun. You said you were going to see him off, but who would chase after him to see him off? In this official's opinion, Wang Jun was killed by you. "
Song Zhi was rendered speechless! Class Leader Tao saw that his sugar daddy was labeled a "murderer" and hurriedly said, "Sir, Mister Song usually doesn't even dare to kill a chicken, so why would he kill someone? His hand was used to hold a pen, not a knife. Besides, he did not know Wang Jun at all, and the two of them had never met before. There was no enmity between them!
！”
Hmm?
Lord Zhuo: "No enmity? You don't know him? "
"Yeah!"
"Since you don't know him, why is Wang Jun looking for him?"
"This …"
"It looks like there must be some sort of relationship between the two of them," Lord Zhuo said suspiciously.
Class Leader Tao had originally wanted to help Song Zhi, but he didn't expect it to backfire. He thought for a moment, then said, "Sir, even if that's the case, Wang Jun's bones are buried in that pile of yellow soil. Song Zhi never came here, so how … could he bury the bones?"
As soon as he said this, someone else followed up, "Mister Song came this morning."
Huh!
The clown who had met Song Zhi this morning walked out.
Class Leader Tao was surprised. "Old Jiang, Mister Song came this morning?"
"He came to look for Wang Jun, but Wang Jun had already disappeared, so I let him stroll around the theater. I still remember that at that time … Mister Song was carrying a bundle in his hands."
"Bundle?"
"Yes!"
One of the people who had carried the yellow soil also jumped out and said, "When we carried the yellow soil into the backstage area, we also ran into Mister Song. At the time, he was indeed carrying a bundle, but when he left, it disappeared."
Lord Zhuo understood and nodded. "Presumably, that bundle contained Wang Jun's bones."
Song Zhi heard this. "No, it's not bones!"
"The witnesses and evidence are all here."
"This Song is innocent."
"You still dare to cry innocent!" Lord Zhuo questioned, "This official asks you, did you kill him?"
"This Song absolutely did not kill anyone." Song Zhi wasn't agitated, still looking unhurried.
"You still dare to quibble? This official doesn't believe that you won't speak. Come, take Song Zhi to the yamen. This prince wants to interrogate him personally."
Several constables came up and took Song Zhi down!
Song Zhi's bones were weak. Even if he wanted to resist, his wrists couldn't exert any strength.
He could only be manipulated like a puppet.
And no matter how they thought about it, they couldn't put the word "murderer" on the weak scholar Song Zhi's head!
Class Leader Tao wanted to say something more, but he was powerless.
Lord Zhuo turned to ask his subordinates, "Did you carefully examine the people at the scene?"
"Replying to Lord, we've already examined them one by one. There's no problem." “
Take Song Zhi away first. Also, take that pile of yellow soil and bones back to the yamen. "
"Yes!"
Before Lord Zhuo left, he also told the troupe, "This official will send someone to the yamen to interrogate you at any time. During this time, you are not allowed to leave."
"Yes, yes, yes!" The troupe nodded repeatedly.
After Lord Zhuo and the group of constables brought Song Zhi away, the people watching the show also dispersed, afraid that they would be involved in this matter.
Jing Rong, Ji Yunshu, and Bai Yin also left after 'watching'.
Because of this murder case, the outside of the theater was surrounded by people.
Jing Rong was worried that there might be an accident, so he immediately pulled Ji Yunshu back to the inn.
After returning, Ji Yunshu's heart was heavy.
She sat in the room, frowning, not saying a word.
Jing Rong sat opposite her, brewing tea.
He was very leisurely!
Bai Yin, on the other hand, stood at the door with her arms crossed, leaning against the wooden plank. She said, "You really can't judge a book by its cover. That Song Zhi looks refined and gentle, even a little submissive, but I didn't expect him to be a murderer. Yesterday, we shouldn't have helped him catch the thief."
Jing Rong chuckled and looked at Ji Yunshu. Then, he said to Bai Yin, "Tell the others to prepare. We'll leave Yiwu first thing tomorrow morning."
"You're leaving already?"
"Haven't you seen enough?"
"Then, I'll go prepare first." Bai Yin left.
Ji Yunshu got up and walked to the window. She opened the tightly shut window.
A gentle breeze blew in.
It gently caressed her face.
Jing Rong looked at her small figure and said, "Yunshu, we can't get involved in this matter!"
He reminded her.
"I know."
"Then, what are you thinking about?"
"I'm thinking about that white bone."
"White bone?" Jing Rong got up and walked to her side. He was puzzled. "What do you mean?"
She stared into his eyes. "I think …"
Jing Rong immediately grabbed her hand and earnestly said, "Promise me, you can't get involved in this matter."
"I …"
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